Triple P was one hell of a cup-size, and her slightly bulkier rump did those little beach balls more than justice. So, Laura decided to settle with her current sizes(for now, at least). As she looked at her plain green shirt though and the simple jeans that covered her curves, she found this kind of clothes wasn’t really suiting her anymore, no matter how tight they were and how much cleavage they displayed. No, somebody as hot and sexy as her deserved more.
Slowly Laura moved her top-heavy body around, looking for the phone. She had put it on the table before taking the scissors, but now that her sight was… slightly handicapped it took a while before she found it again. Carefully Laura took a step forward, leaning backwards to keep herself from falling forward while reaching her arm out for the phone. Just as she was about to lose balance she grabbed it, and quickly returned to her original position. Waggling around Laura tried to bring herself back into balance, her breasts bouncing as much as her constricting top would allow them. Once she stood relatively secure again Laura wanted to put the phone in front of her face, but realised that handling it this way would be a bit tough now that her breasts almost reached up to her chin. Turning her head she looked sidewards on her phone, trying to maintain her balance as she navigated through its menus.
Under the section for “Accessories” she finally found a clothes option. “Kind of a weird place for it”, she murmured, clicking on it. Several tabs appeared on the side of the screen: in fact, it were so many that her phone was barely able to still show her 3D image, shrinking it down to half the size. At first, Laura couldn’t make much of the options: They were reading stuff like “stitching” and “color”, but it seemed she couldn’t click on them. When she pressed her thumb on her 3D image the tabs suddenly shrunk and it grew to its original size again. Also, her clothes had gotten a white line around them, and there were also lines on the place where her panties were located. She clicked on her top, but again, nothing happened. As she held her thumb on it for a bit longer the tabs on the side grew again, and the image of herself shrunk except for her top. After a while she finally realised she had to drag the clothes from her body to one of the tabs on the side.
Slowly Laura walked over to a nearby chair, balancing the piles of flesh on her front. She bent her upper-body forward as cautiously as possible, her slightly hanging breasts dragging her cleavage deeper, before she filled out the chair with her bonny buttocks. “Let’s see”, she said to herself, trying to lean against the backrest. Her bust slightly fell on her labs once she sat relatively straight, Laura still having to hold the phone next to her as she continued to play around with it. With her thumb she moved her top over the tabs until it was hovering above the “colour” option. Releasing her thumb a large image of her shirt appeared on the screen, and beneath it a box in the same colour. As she clicked on the green box a large colour wheel popped up, alongside a regulator for brightness. She changed the colour from green to pink, then pushed the brightness up to the maximum. Clicking on the box in the bottom again the settings disappeared, and the image of her top had become glaring pink. “Not bad”, she told herself “But how can I give myself a new top?” Going back to the menu she played around with some other options, changing the material from “cotton” to “latex”, and slightly increased its size. Finally she found what she was looking for: Under the section “trim” she found two tools, a scissor and a needle. With the scissor, it seemed she could remove any part of her top just by moving her finger over the screen, while in the same manner she could add fabric with the needle. Practically, she could change her shirt into anything from a winter jacket to a bikini top – Laura would have preferred a simpler tool where she could just pick the kind of clothes she wanted, but then again was she really in the position to complain about an add that had just been magically downloaded onto her phone?
Now that she knew how the tabs worked Laura couldn’t wait to get seriously started: She loved being creative, and becoming a famous designer had always been her dream. Going back to her 3D image she first erased all the clothes she currently wore by dragging them onto a tab called “Delete.” After adoring the image of her naked, massive self she clicked on a small button in the bottom left that read “New”, and a plain white T-shirt appeared on her body. ‘I should start from the scratch’, she thought, and began to move the shirt through the individual sections. After a lot of editing she had changed it into a frilly black bra, its massive cups looking like they could actually hold her mesmerizing mammaries. Putting it back on her 3D image the bra automatically adjusted itself, lying snug on her model’s bust. A bit later and she had also created a pair of fitting panties (or rather a thong), an extremely tiny white mini-skirt hanging deep on her waist, a tight sleeveless red top that showed no cleavage but her whole belly, and a pair of brown leather boots which went up to her knees, just so nothing of her firm thighs would be hidden. Laura looked at the image of herself, examining it from all ankles. “I look like a whore”, she giggled “A super-sexy whore with damn huge tits!” She wanted to play around more with the phones settings, but then her current outfit would be gone. As if it had read her mind a large text box suddenly appeared on the phone. “To save your settings just click with your thumb twice on any free field of the screen.” A bit confused by the sudden pop-up Laura did as it told her. Another text-box appeared and asked if she wanted to save her current settings. Laura pressed “yes.” The phone needed a small moment to save, but once it was done a small load-tab appeared on the bottom right corner on the screen. Upon clicking on it Laura found she could return to that outfit any time simply by clicking on it. Also, as there were two empty boxes next to the one with her slut-suit, she guessed the app was able to save three different settings at once. Laura, still dressed in her old torn clothes thought for a second if she should just click “apply”, but decided she should first see if she could come up with something better. “Only the best is good enough for my babies”, she smirked, patting her bust. A pleasurable tingle erupted from the place where she touched herself, Laura softly stroking her bosom as she continued to play around with the phone.
The sun had almost sunken below the horizon when she was finally done. Her eyes were itching from looking at the small screen for such a long time, but she still proudly admired the results of her work: For once, she had made a few more adjustments to her whore-outfit with the help of some other functions. She had given herself some make-up and lip-sticks as well as a pair of earrings, bracelets and a chain tied around her waist. Also, her skirt was even shorter than before, and she had crafted a gap into the front of her top that was held together by four straps, only slightly obstructing the view on her cleavage. Her bra she had changed so that it wouldn’t be seen through the rift, but still support her humongous milkjugs. After looking at the slinky picture of herself a bit longer she clicked on the load button, and examined the next outfit. Her 3D image was now dressed in a tiny black evening dress with matching high-heels and stockings. If it was even possible the skirt was even shorter than that of her other outfit, ending just below her butt so not the slightest of her thighs would be covered by it. No holders were lying on her shoulders, neither from her dress nor from a bra, the lack of support clearly visibly at the nipples that proudly shined through the fabric. As it was only held by her bust her dress left a large amount of cleavage to look at, slightly pressing into her skin without demolishing the roundness of her breasts. The fabric firmly underlined her voluptuous curves as well as the slimness of her waist. Seeing herself in the dress Laura shook from head to toe, and hardly rubbed her bosom. No matter how much she marveled at her mammoth of a chest, she just couldn’t get enough. Setting her eyes back on the screen she then loaded the last outfit she had prepared: An orange bikini with a yellow flower pattern that took her hours to create. From all her outfits it was the most revealing, not just because it was a bikini, it was even for a bikini quite revealing: The top of it didn’t cup her breasts like a bra, but just covered two small triangle-shaped areas around her nipples, which were shining through even stronger than through her dress. The bottom part meanwhile could be hardly considered as clothing anymore, being just a string between her ample buttocks held by a string around her waist, with a small piece of fabric covering the front.
Smiling upon her work Laura checked the time. Greg and Vanessa hadn’t returned yet, so she guessed they had gone to the hotel’s bar by now. After years of standing in their shadows Laura wanted to rub their noses in her new curves as soon as possible. The question was just how she would present them? It was allowed to enter to the bar inside a bikini, even if it was as slinky as hers. Of course she could also proof a little more style and walk in with her sexy black cocktail dress. Or should she leave all grace aside and just enter as a big, busty slut? Sunken in such thoughts Laura looked through the outfits she had created, trying to make a decision.
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